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Saturday, November 24, 2007

Last Hunt of First Phase

We had an awesome draw at the WMA. It
was a short walk and wade. The water
was puddle duck depth full of fall
, millet, duckweed, smart
, and duck potato. Two different
people gave us pointers for where
to set up.

Unfortunately, two things worked against
us. The people to the west of us didn't
go to their spot; they set up right where
we wanted to be. The other is that the
ducks moved out with this last front.
We managed to squeak out four green
wing teal. The worst shot of the day
was on a group of a ringers that came
scorching right over us. I dropped two
of them. They turned out to be
XXXXXX XXXXXXXXX. The public humiliation
in front of my kids was painful. At
least, the "professional wildlife
biologist" hunting with us thought they
were ringers too. The awesome shot
of the day was on a pair of pintail.
the PWB spotted them, Jim hit the
pinner call, and they came right in.
I figured the PWB would take the lead bird.
The trail bird was a hen. I didn't want
to leave her lonely; so I yelled, "You
take the drake and I'll take the hen."
I heard him shoot and saw the duck fall
from the corner of my eye. My hen
started to climb straight up. I nailed
her and she started to fall so hard
and fast that I thought she might hit

I hate being a hen killer, but that does
double my lifetime pintail take. Sadly,
the PWB's pinner was a hen too.




Blogger vanckirby said...

sounds like a great hunt! wish i had half that luck. most of my ducks have moved on with no new ones to replace them. managed two greenwings.

8:02 PM  
Blogger NoGoodGuitarPicker said...

Yet another theologically minded duck hunter... who knew? Nice blog and great hunting pics!

9:24 PM  
Blogger oldfatslow said...


Thanks. I've had a lot worse hunts, but I wanted the boys to have a few more chances. We had three blue wings come in late across the decoys. All three of us whiffed. It was pathetic.


10:22 PM  
Blogger oldfatslow said...


Thank you. I've enjoyed both theology and duck hunting. I have yet to figure out which one is more dangerous. I've had run ins with gators, cottonmouths, and twenty foot deep canals. I've even had a county sheriff helicopter rescue, but sometimes that seems tame compared to cracking open a new book.


10:27 PM  
Blogger vanckirby said...

or running into an over zealous dispensationalist like my uncle-in-law!

11:13 PM  
Blogger oldfatslow said...

Van (or is it Kirby?),

I know the type. During my trek through Christendom, I spent 5 years at The BOB (Bob Jones University). Now, I'm a recovering fundy in a church of recovering liberals. Very interesting.


7:24 AM  
Blogger vanckirby said...

haha, too funny! from your posts, it looks like youve pretty well recovered. i had fun last night reading through your "previous posts."

my first name is van and last is kirby. so either will work.

10:39 AM  
Blogger oldfatslow said...


I've often said that recovering from fundamentalism is a 12 step process - the first six involving alcohol and tobacco.

Scott (aka oldfatslow)

4:47 PM  
Blogger NoGoodGuitarPicker said...

Hmmm... I'm fundamentalist and dispensationalist. Maybe I'll just keep my head really low.... *S*

2:23 AM  
Blogger oldfatslow said...


Man, don't hang around me; I'm a real corrupting influence. I was baptized Lutheran (Mizzo Synod), reared Southern Presbyterian, spent 5 years at Bob Jones with dispensational baptists, reconverted to presbyterianism while there, started reading Christian Reconstruction literature and church history, now I'm an Anglican - where they have no clue what to make of me.

Christianity is a tricky religion.


9:31 AM  

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